She felt her juices, which had never receded after the fucking Harry had given her, roil in her body. Paul had his arm around her shoulders and she ha... her arm around his waist as she watched him noisily piss into the toilet. All too soon he was finished. He squeezed out the last few drops, but did not put his stiffening cock away."Now it's your turn," he announced, flipping the toilet seat down.Kathy backed up to the toilet, raised her short dress and pulled her panties down to about. No exchange of photos or numbers or meeting up promises. I hope you enjoy the story.I was introduced to the world of sex when I was a teen. Sex, masturbation and porn, all these excited me way too much and I was very curious to know more and more. I did make a girlfriend next year. But couldn’t go beyond 2nd base.I have had a neighbor. She was the queen of my dreams. Her name was Ayesha Aunty. Even after giving birth to two girls, she managed to keep the body in shape. I had no bad intention. A few widows and sea wives attended me with bits of bread and warm soup. The dawn routine of fishermen preparing for a day on the sea broke the quiet stillness of the building. Shadows and outlines of people walking and speaking in low tones drifted to my eyes and ears as I sat near an open window. The sea wives always had a particular nuance and distant behavior around me. Swarta had explained the women struggled with their emotions around me; something about my pull was strong but usually by. Carmen had dropped off to sleep, but that was no longer possible for me. At least, I was able to keep track of the time and wake her when I was recharged. We went through that routine six more times that night until Carmen started to cry when I penetrated her. Her vagina was now so irritated by the friction that was unavoidable, no matter how much lube there was, that she just could not stand to have me inside her one more time.The result was that she cried herself to sleep. The obvious.